Forgotten Brotherhood

Asher feared no one—man, creature, or god. He’d long passed his normal lifespan. Those he’d loved had been lost to the sands of time. Now the only ones he called friends were the Forgotten Brotherhood.

The Brotherhood had been created by the fallen angel Maccus after the two of them had been hired for the same job. What could have led to mass bloodshed had instead spawned the Forgotten.

They were the most dangerous men in existence, loners with loyalty to no one. They had no pack, no coven or community. Or at least none that would claim them.

They killed only those who deserved to die—paranormal creatures that murdered without discrimination. Try to hire one of them to slay someone innocent or who didn’t deserve to die? Well, that never ended well for the one trying to secure the contract.

They mostly kept to themselves, but they all lived by a code. Kill only those that deserved it and let their gods sort them out. Kill them before they killed you. Never, ever betray a fellow assassin.

Simple and easy with little room for discussion. Because once a contract was accepted, it was carried out. There was no other option.

In their line of work, there could be no mistakes.